Speaking of giants and beanstalks, in Walt Disney’s version of the story, Willie the Giant does not growl terribly:
‘Fe, fi, fa-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.’
No. He sings instead:
‘Fe, fi, fo, fum,
He, hi, ho, hum,
I’m a most amazing guy.
A most amazing guy am I.’
No blood or bone grinding to be found. I had the record of this story when I was young and I loved it, particularly Goofy’s song about:
‘Turkey, lobster, sweet potato pie,
pancakes piled up ’til they reach the sky,
wawa wawa wawa wawa wawa wawa wawaaaaaa
I’m gonna eat and eat and eat and eat and eat until I die.’
Oh, yes, and I remember when the singing harp softly sang:
‘In his right vest pocket you’ll find the key.
In his right vest pocket, go carefully.’
Rhymes from stories seem to stubbornly stick in the brain, don’t they?